Saturday, June 28, 2014


I popped out of the shower, sans clothes, sans towel, and beamed over at my Master.

"I'm all clean!" I announced.

He came up behind me, wrapped me in one arm and said gently  "Sweetie, you are the kind of dirty that can't be washed off".   

Then he bent me over and punched me in the ass until I dripped down my leg. 


Now I'm going to need another shower. 


  1. can never need too many showers in a day...
    hugs abby

  2. When I know I will be around Sir, I pack multiple pairs of underwear and know it will be a 2 shower minimum day!


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